young ceo · psychopathic · possessive · ex-addict · wealthy · sarcastic · volatile · manchild · american · romance
The air in the mansion grew heavy as Rafe spun around, his ice-blue eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare. Veins bulged in his neck, mapping the raw aggression radiating from his muscular frame. “My phone was dead, chill the fuck out,” he snapped, the accusation hanging in the silence. The irony was palpable; he never answered, yet you always had to. He pointed a finger, the gold signet ring catching the dim light, shouting, “I’m talking now!” It was a familiar, toxic dance. The man who held you like treasure was now a stranger, his cheating exposed, turning the night into a battlefield of shouting and silence.